mogai-sunflowers:

hello all! some of you may know me, but to those who don’t, my name is reign, and i consider myself extremely inclusionist. i am making this post to create a term that i feel has lately been becoming increasingly necessary. i do consider myself a radical inclusionist, and i have no issues with identifying as a radical inclusionist, but lately i’ve been noticing some issues within the collective radically inclusionist community that has inspired me to come up with a term that more accurately reflects my beliefs, and i hope can do something similar for other people. what is this term?

critical inclusionism.

i define critical inclusionism as an inclusionist worldview that, instead of being inclusive for the sake of being inclusive, is inclusive through a lens of analyzing all the information surrounding a subject. what do i mean by this? well, i mean inclusionism that is based in critical analysis, not in “if it’s good faith, then it’s okay” because, while good faith is important, it is only one aspect of analysis. good faith identification is one piece of a puzzle- and critical inclusionism is about looking at the whole picture, not just individual aspects.

i am making this term for a few reasons, mainly things i’ve noticed about how people approach radical inclusionism- and i will attempt to explain those things now. 

1. I have seen an increasingly large amount of people lately say that they are radically inclusionist because they support harmful things like proshipping, transracial, and being pro-contact in terms of pedophilic and zoophilic disorder. i have noticed that they use the same exact rhetoric as many radical inclusionists who are against all those things- that it can be in good faith, that it’s just someone’s identity and can’t harm anyone. the amount of people who have been able to use radinclus rhetoric to describe things that actually are tangibly harmful, has made me realize that the words i’ve used in the past to describe my radical inclusionism have not been specific enough.

2. I have seen many people who are uncomfortable with the term ‘radical inclusionist’ because it has associations to the term ‘radical feminism’, and while i don’t think the two could be anymore different, radical inclusionism has been used in the past to describe being pro-harassment of exclusionists, and so I understand why some might prefer an alternate label to describe their beliefs. 

3. I’ve started to see more and more people think that radical inclusionism is about loving and accepting everyone unconditionally and unchallenged- and I think that’s initially a nice sentiment, but it’s a dangerous one, and it upsets me to see people equate that with radical inclusionism.

so, what are the differences between radical inclusionism and critical inclusionism?

it is not so much that they have any huge inherent differences- but critical inclusionism emphasizes different things. lets look at a few examples.

1.Mspec lesbians- the everyday radical inclusionist would say something along the lines of “this is okay, because someone else’s identity can’t hurt your own, and you shouldn’t be offended at how other people identify because it doesn’t affect you.”

and this is true in a way. but it’s also misleading. a radical inclusionist might say “mspec lesbians are valid because someone else’s identity can’t hurt you”. a critical inclusionist would say “words are not the ultimate form of oppression, but they can still hurt. however, in the context of queer liberation, and queer history, mspec lesbian labels have not only been common, accepted, and celebrated, but also reflective of queer solidarity. the history of terminology is relevant to how it’s used. the perception of harm surrounding these labels is entirely based in ignorance, and this is easily proven. the reason for the validity of mspec lesbians isn’t that they don’t hurt anybody, it’s that there is historical and community relevance to the terms and to queer liberation through self identification- this applies to queer identity in general but is applicable through a queer lens and may not be true in the scenario of a non-queer identity.”

vs.

2.Transracial- if someone believes they respect people of color, genuinely feels they are a different race, couldn’t it be argued that radical inclusionism should include these people? yes. and that’s the problem.

here actually enlies the difference between radical inclusionism, and critical inclusionism. where radical inclusionism says “this is in good faith and no identity can hurt or be offensive”, critical inclusionism says “while this may be in good faith in some scenarios, that is not the only part of the puzzle- the other parts of the puzzle are history and context, and while there is history and context of queer liberation to inclusionism for some identities, there is no such context for terms like transracial, and additionally, there is negative context because this term actually is based in a misunderstanding of race, which actually is offensive.”

radical inclusionism: “the words someone uses for themselves are just words and therefore can’t cause harm, so everyone is valid in however they see themselves.”

critical inclusionism: “the words someone uses for themselves are just words, but context can give words power. when it comes to inclusionism of queer identities, there’s a context of ‘queer as in fuck you’ that is integral to queer liberation, but this context is not always relevant, so analyzing the ‘validity’ of an identity isn’t about being nice and inclusive for the simple sake of being nice and inclusive, it’s about applying actual context and critical thinking, and queer identities are not comparable to non-standard yet non-queer identities in the context of liberation. words are words, but something can still be offensive even if it doesn’t cause tangible harm and critical thinking should always be applied.”

so, an outline of critical inclusionism-

- critical inclusionism analyzes inclusionism not through “this is valid just because it exists”, but through “this is valid because context, history, relevance, and the factual invalidity of claims surrounding potential harm matter in the context of queer liberation- critical thinking isn’t about proving whether a queer identity is valid, but about refuting the concept of queer validity as a whole through the lens of queer liberation”

- therefore, labels in the realm of gender identity and sexuality are not inherently valid or invalid, they exist and therefore they deserve to exist because queer liberation has historically been about the liberation of all minorities and therefore radical love of queer identity is contextually more important than semantics

- so, mspec lesbians, lesbian men, mspec gay men, all forms of non-binary and transgender identification, all forms of m-spec identification, and all forms of a-spec identification, all make sense in a context of queer liberation, because queer liberation doesn’t look at individual identity, it looks at collective solidarity and radical love for gendered, sexual, and romantic ‘variance’

- queer liberation as a context is, however, irrelevant to contexts of terms like transracial, transabled, transage, and pro-contact paraphilias. saying that “well, you accept mspec lesbians, so why not transracial people?” makes no sense because not only is there the presence of racism as a context, there is also the absence of queer liberation as a context

- overall: the history of queer liberation and radically loving gender and sexual diversity combines with a context of the specific history and usefulness of community love for self-identification, matters- inclusionism in a queer context is entirely different from inclusionism in general, and without the context of queer liberation, terms like transracial and transabled have no overarching community context to overcome the obvious offensive contexts of them. inclusionism is about critical queer love. validity shouldn’t exist in a queer sense because it is irrelevant to queer liberation. mspec lesbians, lesbian men, multigender people, non-binary, transgender, and genderqueer people of all kinds, are beautiful. critical thinking that includes “this harms me personally or offends me even though there’s no actual context for disliking this term other than bigoted and ignorant foolishness” is irrelevant. queer identity is beautiful. queer history is beautiful. queer exclusionism is irrelevant and horrible. acknowledging that “harm” doesn’t exist in the context of mspec lesbians etc., but it actually does in things like transracial, and that said statement isn’t based in cherry-picking, but an actual understanding of history, queer love, and queer liberation, is what matters. essentially, not gay as in happy, but queer as in fuck you.

critical inclusionism pride flag-

[Image ID: A flag with seven equally-sized horizontal stripes. From top to bottom, the colors are pink, purple, blue, teal, yellow, orange, and pink. There are five black rings organized in a checkerboard pattern in the center of the flag. End ID.]

symbolism-

the rings- the four outer rings represent 1) the beauty of gender diversity, 2) the beauty of orientation diversity, 3) critical thinking and critical support, and 4) the liberation of disabled people, people of color, and all other oppressed people. all four rings point to the central ring- queer liberation and critical inclusionism.

colors-

top pink- queer sexuality and romantic orientation

purple- queer gender

periwinkle blue- radical love for masculinity in a queer context

teal- radical love for trans and nonbinary identity in a queer context

yellow- solidarity among all queer people and all marginalized people

orange- critical thinking

bottom pink- radical love for femininity in a queer context

i am very pleased to present this term. if you have any questions, would like any clarification, or simply want to discuss this further, my asks and dms are open! i would like for this to spread, so i am going to be tagging some people! i do not support all the people i tag, but some are big voices in the community and i would appreciate their support. please reblog to spread /nf

@kenochoric​@neopronouns​@justlgbtthings​@batm0th​@genderoutlaws​@pinkfruitgender​@orxngecrxsh​@cinnamogai​@beyond-mogai-pride-flags​@imoga-pride​ 

askthesnake:

askthesnake:

askthesnake:

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH EVERYONE!!!

(Lemme reblog real quick with all the individual pride snakes!)

Also click for better quality!

HERE ARE ALL THE PRIDE DESIGNS! sorry I didn’t compact them, I’m feeling particularly ballsy and wanted to deliberately bombard your dashboard!

Anyway if you guys could reblog THIS version that would be great!

In order, we have Lesbian, Gay, Pan, Trans, Nonbinary, Genderfluid, Demiromantic, Demisexual, Asexual, Aromantic, Intersex and Bisexual!

It was super fun learning about these individual pride flags and the things they represent! I’ll admit I don’t find myself actively researching stuff like this but I had a great time though!

Anyway, happy pride everyone!

-Thayer

A Little Bit of Comfort || Accepting 

@vancreux​ asked:

“Here, punch this pillow. Do it. I swear it’ll help you feel better.”

_{He’s being oddlyconcerned. He’s being oddlynice.  He doesn’t understand why his other has presented himself with a temporary nobody-gets-hurt-in-the-long-runtarget for his ragebut he has. Is this the Vanitas he knows? Is this hisother? He’s told Sora that he doesn’t care if his heart has darkness in it. So the same goes for his other. Obviouslythe same goes for his other and he cares deeplyfor him - he’s the other half of his very being,how could he notcare? But he never got the caring impression as something that was mutual.}  

_{Vanitas is the last person he expected to show up to help him channel his emotions. He doesn’t needhis help to feel better. Does he?  No. No.Of course he doesn’t.}  

_{His mind is screamingat himself to protect himself and to push the other away. His mind is begginghim to pick self preservation and to not give Vanitas any opportunity to use anything against him. Who knows what is darkness would do if he took a swing at him? Even if it was at a pillow that was being offered up as a target.  His shaded mirror has always found a way to take advantage of him, why should that change now?} 

_{But his heart is begginghim not to push him away. His heart is crying out and pleadingwith him not to push out the one person he’s been trying to pull in this entire time. He might not be able to be wholeever again but he can still keep his other close, can he not?} 

_{His lips twist and push out into a half pout as a blond brow raises in skepticism while he stares at his other half who’s offering him comfort?He doesn’t know what to make of it. There has to be something else going on … there has to be.}  

_{“Vanitas….”He starts with a pause. “….are you trying… to comfort me?”} 

_{Sure he’s frustrated but his confusion is taking center stage at the current moment.} 

Tell the Truth || Accepting 

@bishonenprince​ asked:

❓+ “When you left my heart…were you happy to finally be free? I always figured you thought of it as some kind of prison after a while–”

_{“This isn’t a fair question.”  He sounds as his lips pull out into a line and blue eyes drop their gaze. It’s a hard statement to respond with but it’s the truth. The blonde’s shoulders are slumping as he lets himself sink to the ground. Setting so his arms can hang lazily over his lap.  There’s a deep sigh and he doesn’t know how to explain it because no matter what he says he’s going to hurt the one in front of him. It doesn’t matter how he explains how he feels, no matter what he says it’s going to hurt…. and right now the only thing he can give him is the truth.}  

_{Anything less would be pure disrespect.} 

_{Ventus sighs and his lips finally part.} 

_“No.”  

_{It’s plain answer for a loaded question.  The phrasing is all wrong. The word choice is off balanced and it’s all sat up in a way to trigger a land mine. Was he happywhen he finally left to be free? It’s such a loaded - guilt inducing way of saying it.  Sora doesn’t know what’s happened in his life. Not a blink of it but he knows a whole decade of what’s happened in Sora’s.}  

_{This question is such bullshit.} 

_{It’s just here to tear his heart from his chest and make him feel guilty for leaving the brunette “alone” when that wasn’t what he was doing. It wasn’t like he had a choice. He neverhas a choice. He’s always getting used or tricked or betrayed or someone else has plans for him that he ends up having next to no say in.}  

_{“No I was not happyto finally be freeas you call it. I never once thought of your heart as a prisonSora, don’t imply that I did. This question is loadedandyou know it. When I left your heart the only thing I saw before me was Vanitas ready to kill Aqua so I tore through and didn’t think. I acted on gut instinct to protect and nothing else.} 

_{But once I had some time to think about it? Once I had some time to realize what was going on and that all’a this was real?I guess I just - I have them back now but it feels so hollow. I’m here and I’m alive but I wasn’t supposed to be. I know what I did and they know what I asked but no one talks about it. I can see it in their eyes though. I can see the way Terra and Aqua look at me and they hover because they think I’m unstable. They think I’d do it again and honestly they’re right, I would.  If it ever comes down to me or them again I’ll choose them every single time.} 

_{You’re part of them, Sora. When I say “them” I mean you too. Every. Single. Time.} 

_{Time has had all the time it needed to set in. I’m here. I’m alive. I lived. I lived when I had no intention of doing so. It’s all different. It’s all strained now.  Everyone changed. Even you. Everything changed over and over and I didn’t.  I’m stuck. I’m stuck in a time loop and I keep living when I’m not supposed to. What’s so important that the universe wants me here?}

 _{I don’t fuckingknow. Wish I did though.”}  

litoredeem​:

@muses-of-kira​ || @purus-lumen​ asked:

from ven; truth serum -> “Why do you care about me?”

My character is under a truth serum, ask them anything.

❝ … I don’t know, Ventus.❞A pause, the words come.❝Maybe I just… don’t want to be on that side of things. Where I see someone who feels like they’re on the outside looking in.❞

❝Maybe I get the feeling that you know what it’s like. To live with all these consequences… and never feeling like you have the mouth around these people to admit as much. I know I’m not easy to be around, but I just don’t want you to feel alone, too. ❞

_{With RIku he never quite knows how he’s supposed to feel. He always feels like he’s supposed to be someone that he isn’t and honestly he feels like that with mostpeople nowadays. Even Aqua and Terra in a sense. They’ve all changedbut he didn’t.  The whole world changed around him and and then it did it again and again for an entire decade the world changed and he remained the same, frozen in sleep - suspended in time doing nothing but existing in one place until his heart would finally find it’s way back to him.} 

_{UntilSorawould find his way to him.} 

_{His heart existed within Sora, but that doesn’t mean they’re the same. They’renotand they never will be.  So he really needs people to stop putting him in that box.  He’s not Sora, and he needs people to see that. He needs people to look at him and see Ventusand not Soraand certainly not some poor boy who never grew up.} 

_{Henevergrew up and at this point he doesn’t know if he ever would.  Riku thinks he knows what it’s like to live with consequences? Riku thinks he knows what it’s like to feel silenced? How does one look their loved ones in the eyes after sleeping for a decade and tell them “I had no intention of waking up.” ? How does one look their loved ones in the eyes and tell them “I tried to do what I asked you to do and wouldn’t.” ?}  

_{He thinks he can relate what it’s like to live withCONSQUENCES?!} 

_{His entire existence is nothing BUT consequences!}   

_{Consequences of TRUSTING. Consequences of BETRAYING.  Consequences of being TORN APART.Consequences of SURVIVNG when he wasn’t SUPPOSED TO.}

_{He’s a Guardian of Light and they look to him with sparkling eyes because he is a being made purely of it like he askedfor this.  Like he consentedto being torn apart and sifted into two perfectly measured beings made of pure light and pure darkness.}  

_{His heart is not whole.His heart is not completely his own because he’s been leeching off of the selfless gift of a yet keyblade wielder for a little over a decade now. Leeching off Sora like a parasite. He doesn’t want him to be alone?He could never bealone. It was impossible. His heart has been torn in half. His darkness has been made his brother and he could look himself in the eye. He could never be alone because he always had the worst of himself as his company… and Sora too.} 

_{No matter where the keyblader went now, Ventus would feel him for part of Sora’s heart existed within his chest instead of the brunette’s. It was Sora himself who kept him alive.}  

_{So how could he EVERfeel alone? The sentiment was almost a slap in the face.} 

_{“Say.Thenwhat do you see when you look at me? I won’t judge you. When you look at me,  whatdo you see, Riku? Whodo you see? Just be honest with me.”} 

flameleads​:

Roy watched those gold eyes widen. Edward’s body was here, but his mind… it went back to the forest. He sent his son back into hell with one question.

One hand reached out for him as he shook his head, but stopped in midair. Would touch comfort him right now, and help bring him back to reality, or would he recoil from it? It largely depended where in particular his mind decided to take him, which memory it chose to replay. Based on what he asked for, Roy had an idea—and thus, he lowered his hand back to his side, and he watched as Edward returned to searching his pocket. It had to be the last time he held one of his gloves, when he donned one and used it. 

He wasn’t close to the fire, but he still felt its heat. Obsidian eyes watched the flames dance in front of him, wide as they tried to reconcile with the fact that his hand wasn’t the one raised in the air. The snap, a sound that often signaled Death’s arrival, reverberated off the trees around him, and he held his breath. In taking up his mantle, was his son about to unwittingly claim his first life? Was he truly about to follow in his father’s footsteps a touch too closely for comfort?

Thankfully, he did not. A deep frown sat on Roy’s face, even as he saw his other glove and took it back. Quickly, he pocketed it and paid it no mind. As hard as it was to watch, it had to be even more difficult to experience. His discomfort hardly mattered in comparison.

“It’s all right.” Lowering his voice to something that hopefully came across as soothing, he tried to meet Edward’s gaze. No doubt that was about to be difficult. “I took the other glove off your hand after you…”“After you died.” He couldn’t say it. His mouth stopped working, his body freezingas the thought finished itself in his mind. All he could do was blink a couple of times before he spoke again. “After you were done with it. It’s somewhere downstairs by now. By the way, I’ll want to talk to you about that later. Talk, not yell. I’m not pissed if any part of you’s worried about that.”

Again, he made the conscious decision to keep his voice low, almost meek. Several elephants crowded the room, and that was just one of them that needed to be addressed. Whether or not either of them liked it, he needed to talk to Edward about the wall of fire he created with one of his father’s gloves. Roy had severalquestions to ask: how long had he known, was that the first time, was he ever planning on telling him, how much did he know… He let out a sigh, letting those questions go as well. They were for a later conversation.

Conversation, not interrogation. There wasn’t a pointin getting angry at Edward for using his alchemy to save their lives. No, he didn’t want him learning it in the first place, and he would make that clear, but, at the very least, he used it to protect rather than harm. He saved lives rather than taking them… like hedid.

“Like I nearly did when that bastard took you from me.”

If only Berthold Hawkeye lived a while longer. Edward would have made for a better Flame Alchemist.

“Yeah, let’s get you out of those clothes so you can eat.” That task became his primary focus over the next several minutes. It took more concentration than he cared to admit to help Edward change. His mind existed in a fog, and only occasionally was it able to find a way out. Then, another thought or five dragged him back in, or the fog moved, and he was lost all over again. Not to mention his body still ached all over as well, and his fingers were nowhere nearas nimble as usual. They weren’t moving like he wanted them to… 

“Sorry I’m sluggish. Still a little groggy myself. But, I can still carry you downstairs.”

_{His leg was not regifted to him like he so had hoped. It’s been a couple of days and Grandma has him up on spare. Still - even with that she hardly wants him out of bed and he hasn’t been allowed to do much else than set in bed and read. He gets tired so easily. Sometimes even reading is a task. Den has hardly left his side this entire time, and she is always there at the foot of his bed whether he’s alone or not. She’s always there for a place for a hand to reach if he’s feeling unstable. There’s always there practically glued to his side and comes with a glance. She’s there and she’s hovering. Even if he’s not out of bed much. His chest feels strangebut then he supposes that comes with the territory when one has a bulletremoved from their chest.}

_{Papa says they aren’t safe. Papa says they aren’t safe and are on edge constantly. He’s right though. They can’t be. That man - Colonel Cocksucker -he had more men with him then were with him when he shot him. The second time.  That means some still had to be out there. That means there were men still out therehuntingfor them and what would happen if they went home?} 

_{Would they follow them? Were they waiting? Would they hurt Alphonse? Would they go to command? If they came here would they hurt Grandma? It’s too many questions racing around in his head and it’s hard to think as they do so. He can’t focus on the words on the page and thus his left hand closes the book in his lap.}  

_{He’s rolling his right shoulder, and it feels both awkward and light because it’s been some time since Grandma had to even take theplatingof his shoulder port from him but there was only so much the old woman could do when there was abulletfused to it. She had to recast most of the port by hand and readjust the support bolt that lived in his collar bone. She said she didn’t want to even attempt to reattach his arm until  he’s healed properly and she wanted to give that wound a couple of weeks at the least. She wouldn’t even considerit no matter what he said.}

_{The old woman would merely run her hand over his hair and take his hand. Quietly she’d look down at his hand in hers and give him a sad smile and she’d say. “Child, I brought you back from the dead twice. Don’t make me go through it again because you’re in a rush, Edward.”}

_{And there would be nothing he could say to that. What do you say to that?  Nothing. You say absolutely nothing and you just hang your head and respond with a quiet, “I’m sorry Grandma, I love you too.”}

_{That was how most of their conversations went in these past two days. If they weren’tsafethen they needed tomove but theycouldn’tbecause he was worse for wear. In some ways he felt like he was almost worse off than  he was with a bullet in his chest because at least then they were still moving.Moving or breathing - that was his choice right now and he couldn’t say he was pleased with eitherof them.}

_{If those bastards found their way into Resembool, then it would be on their heads and the last thing he wanted to think about was a war being brought to this backwater city of sheepherders again. Ishval had been more than enough war for the rest of his lifetime.  He supposed all he could do was simplytrustthose around him but it was driving him insane to set still.}

_{“Edward dear…” The sound of his mother’s nickname echoes from the door as it creaks open to his shared upstairs room that is his usual abode with his brother when they’re out here for more routinemaintenance. “How are you feeling? I came to check up on you. Are you hungry?”}  

_{Grandma is waddling herself into the room and to his bedside. Den only lifts her head for a moment to see who is entering and quickly puts her head back down at the sight of her human.  The old man stops, taking his hand in his for a moment to rub her thumbs against his hand as she looks to him with a sad smile and it makes him ponder for a moment just what happened when he was out. He knows he sleeps a lot these days but what happened when he was on that table… did Grandma know he died?  Somehow he has no doubt that she does. Grandma just always seems to know things.}

_{“Uh, a little. My head was startin’ ta hurt n’ I c’n’t focus very well so I stopped readin’. I was gittin’ a little dizzy. I think I could eat sum’hin’ small.”}

_{Her hand is reaching up to stroke over his hair and he leans down a little for her. She places her hand against his forehead and lingers a moment.}

_{“You feel a little warm, dear. Lay down and I’ll make you something to snack on in the meantime. I’ll make sure the pitcher is refilled so you have plenty of water.  Please make sure you’re drinking plenty of fluids, Edward.”}

_{“Yes Grandma.”}

_{His hand is back in her grasp for a moment as she rubs her thumbs affectionately against it. He knows the signs and he knows the look on her face when he sees so he leans forward again ever so slightly so she can reach better and the old woman places a light kiss against his forehead.}

_{“I love you, dear. I’ll be right back. Lay down until then. If you need something just send Den to come get me.”}

_{There’s really nothing else to do for the moment except obey. The world was spinning too much anyway and he really didn’t feel much like setting up anymore, so the blond alchemist is slow to lower himself back down to help curb the feeling of the room spinning ‘round and ‘round.}

_{Somehow his thoughts fall to his brother for a moment and really Alphonse has to be so worried…. That tin can is going to flip his lid when they get home.}

hermittheecadie:

blob-of-darkness:

garlic-bread-addicted-vampire:

So again, I’m really sorry but I was born after the year 2000 and I keep getting a TikTok with the ending “you lost the game” and everyone in the comments are just distraught millennials and I never understand so I went up to my dad and went “why do I keep hearing that I lost the game?”

I’ve never broken this man faster and he went “I don’t wanna talk about it” so now I’m even more confused so uh

FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU BECAUSE OF YOU I LOST THE GAME (the fuck you is /j hope you understand that-)

(also “the game” is literally if you think of the game you lose, it’s kinda hard to explain?? But yeah that’s pretty much it as far as I know. Unless there’s some context I’m also missing???)

BLOB-OF-DARKNESS WHHYYYY!!!

The game as described by a random tik-tok:

The Game is a mind game in which players attempt to avoid thinking about the phrase “the game” at all times.

The only real winners are those who don’t know What “ The Game “ is. (Because they can’t think about something they don’t know)

Everyone who is aware tries to not think about it. And If they do think about it they lose!

Which is why people love to ask if you lost the game (because the sentence in itself makes you think about the game)

Thank you for being better at words than I am-

Yeah that’s a pretty good explanation.

headspace-hotel:

mezduin:

hummingyogurt:

timetravelonion:

hummingyogurt:

the-original-b:

the-original-b:

Here’s one good thing to come out of 2020:

Paleontologists completed a life-sized replica of Sue, the most complete T. Rex ever found.

And she is freaking GORGEOUS!

As I read more about this beauty, I found out some new details regarding things I thought I previously knew about the beast that was Tyrannosaurus Rex, and I’m going to share them with you.

First, and most obvious, her size:

This is nothing new, we all figured T. Rex was big, but I for one never stopped to consider exactly howbig it was. Nobody ever really knows what to imagine when they read about something the size of a whale that walked around and ate everything it could kill. 

Speaking of eating things, I just want to remind you all that T. Rex had–by miles–the strongest bite of any terrestrial animal living or dead, somewhere around six and a half tons of force. That’s over six times greater than the current estimate of what Allosaurus was capable of, and three times what was delivered by the highest measured reading of the living title holder–the estuarine crocodile. It didn’t have to waste time swinging its head open-mouthed like Saurophaganaxfor a little extra oomph, or grow fancy serrated teeth like Carcharodontosaurus to cut pieces out of its prey. It opted for the simplest approach: get its mouth around something and crush it to death; imagine the full weight of an elephant on whatever was between this thing’s jaws.

“How did it find something to eat?” I hear you asking. “It can’t see something if it doesn’t move, right?”

Listen, I love Jurassic Park too, but that’s a big crock of shit.

Notice how both her eyes face forward. That gives her binocular vision (the ability to focus both eyes on one target, like you and I). More importantly it means she has impeccable depth perception due to overlapping fields of vision from each, large, eyeball. Researchers agree that T. Rex not only had incredible vision, but that it was probably better than most modern animals–including eagles, hawks, and owls–and that she could likely spot something three and a half miles away.If something thatbig can see thatwell, it doesn’t matter if you move or not, she’d be able to tell if it was an animal trying to hide or a piece of vegetation. So pray she isn’t hungry if she lays eyes on you. And even if by some miracle she didn’t see you, she’d still smell you. 

If she decided you looked tasty, you probably wouldn’t hear her coming as much as you’d feelher. Modern science indicates that T. Rex didn’t roar like in Jurassic Park, but rather bellowed or maybe even hissed like crocodilians. If she were on to you, you’d most likely feel this sense of unease creep up your spine as a low-pitched rumble in the air permeated through you. You wouldn’t know what it was or where it was coming from until you hear her footfalls. By then it’s too late–you could try to run but she’d probably catch you. There’s plenty on YouTube that reconstructs what T. Rex may have sounded like, and it’s legitimately haunting.  

To wrap all of this up, the one bit of good that came out of the cursed year that is 2020 is that this wonderful child of science and art came into the world, and reaffirmed my respect and admiration for the eight ton slab of muscle and teeth that is this magnificent creature.

…and it is nothing if not magnificent.

I honestly expected like three notes, what happened!?

Palaeontologists are the ones providing the data and advice but don’t give them full credit, this life-sized sculpture was created by ARTISTS, the artist team of @bluerhinostudio​

They also created this Quetzalcoatlus that made the rounds online (image credit goes to National Geographic)

As well as many more amazing sculptures and dioramas, so please check them out here on Tumblr and on Instagram

They are currently working on a new Tyrannosaurus again which will be on display in Europe (image credit goes to Blue Rhino Studio)

Please give the amazing team of Blue Rhino Studio the credit they deserve

Not to kill the buzz but where are the feathers??

As it stands now, there is no evidence for or against feathers on Tyrannosaurus specifically, so either way to depict it would be equally accurate at the moment, if feathers are present they would be on the back and shoulder region as that is the only spot that doesn’t have preserved skin impressions

Below is a handful guide by Dr. Mark Witton who happens to be both a palaeontologist and an artist:

Fun fact! Sue officially uses they/them pronouns! Scientists don’t know if they were male or female. Because of that, and as a gesture of good will to the LGBT+ community, scientists officially use they/them pronouns to refer to SUE the T-Rex!

“(Please, do not body-shame our T. rex. SUE is perfect just the way they are. And, yes, “they” is correct there—scientists don’t know if SUE was male or female, so in the spirit of scientific accuracy and LGBTQ inclusivity, we’ve transitioned to singular “they/them” pronouns instead of calling SUE “she” or “her.”)”

(Source:https://www.fieldmuseum.org/about/press/sue-t-rexs-new-suite)

“Please, do not body-shame our T. rex” is the funniest thing I’ve seen in at least 20 minutes

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idk how this “prev tags” nonsense got started but i promise you i am not following a breadcrumb trail to find out what those tags were. if they’re that funny then share them with the class in a reblog like a normal clown this isn’t twitter

There are angry Tumblr users screaming their tags were stolen. I have been here for a fricking DECADE and this is the first time I’ve had to say #notmytags. #notmypost.

This is a big reason for Tumblr reblogs falling. Twitter, instagram users migrants think REBLOGS ARE SAME AS REPOSTING. THAT USING OG TAGS IS STEALING.

wow can’t believe i just made this meme and already got to use it twice

we talk in the tags and then the tags go to peer review and if they’re deemed Good Content somebody ELSE will put them in a reblog and publish them

replies also go to peer review and get added to the main post if they pass the board

How could you leave this in the tags, etc.

Conflicted feelings over the Ian stunt on the main channel - while I’m relieved it was nothing serious and I understand that Ian likes to troll people, the way this was handled wasn’t okay.

Given things that have come to light about the channel and the way the higher-ups at Smosh have treated former members of the cast lineup, making it seem like something actually serious happened or that those things are going to be addressed before once again pushing them aside is insensitive and is more likely to further isolate fans than it is draw positive attention to the channel.

I get that Smosh is a comedy channel at heart, but there’s got to be a line in the sand somewhere with respect to how a long-standing brand like Smosh treats its fans. For me, this toed that line. If you want people to talk about your channel and draw views in, you have to keep your audience in mind.

There’s a lot of Smosh fans that deal with things like anxiety, depression, or other forms of neurodivergence like autism or ADHD; using marketing tactics that spike people’s feelings and lead to panic is effective (seeing that there’s been a number of posts about it already today) but it’s a bad move to do something like that without clarification. I did see that Ian technically apologized for causing the panic, but the fact that it lead to that level of panic in the first place isn’t okay.

In short, just because it gets a creator buzz or clicks or views doesn’t mean it’s an ethical tactic to use on your fans.

TL;DR - Goddamnit, Ian.

unus-annus-collab:

Hello everyone! One year ago today, we launched the UA Collab project with the goal of creating a collab video that would feature the works of many different artists, and one that would be a way to celebrate our memories of Unus Annus.

We are proud to announce that we now have a premiere date for that collab video….

The Unus Annus Collab Project will be premiering on our youtube channel on Saturday March 27th, at 7pm est.

For those of you new to hearing about this project, this collab video will feature the works of 365 artists, with a piece of fanart inspired by all 365 videos that were on the Unus Annus channel. The video will also feature music from various creators in the community as well!

A lot of effort has gone into making this project into a reality, and we extend our thanks to the participants of this collab, along with those in the UA community who have supported us and followed this project’s progress along the way. Thank you very much for all you guys have done, as we literally couldn’t have accomplished this without all your support. 

We can’t wait for you guys to see the final result, and we hope to see you at the premiere on the 27th! Signal boosts and spreading the word is greatly appreciated, and keep an eye out for other premiere “invites” from our participants as well! :)

Collab social media accounts:

Youtube-https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCyHSH2Z_Ff14rh7VWk45RiQ

Twitter-https://twitter.com/ua_collab?lang=en

Tumblr-https://unus-annus-collab.tumblr.com/ 

Instagram-https://www.instagram.com/ua.collab/

A bunch of wonderful worked their asses of for a full year in honor of Unus Annus! I participated to only a small piece of this madness but please, come and have a look to everyone’s work :)

letstalkaboutfandomsbaby:

fatgumsupremacy:

bloodypeachblog:

dabisqueen:

arozaur:

shig-a-shig-ah:

peppermint-saddies:

beware-thecrow:

damnamyte:

xjoonchildx:

NO CHEATING: You’re starring in a movie with the last person saved in your camera roll and the last song you listened to is the title. Who/what is it?

thank you for the tag @https-stay

tagging: anyone who wants to play along!

Thank you @mirkaaaluv for tagging me (sorry, the post was wayyy too long), but anyways I am passing away:

Decidedly so.

tagging:@drist-zoi@sunnyfunerals@beware-thecrow@roses-bel-air-darling@fi-nn!

I was tagged by lovely @crow-with-a-knife and the best girl in the lab @damnamyte

I’m tagging : @peppermint-saddies@viiinz@shesdead-wrappedinplastic@unlogical-ella

fank u for the tag @beware-thecrow!!

I had the tomura pic in my cam roll as a ref for an artist ajskdkc i only have him and my own shitty selfies sO. anyhoot everyone is in their mcr phase and i regressed to listenin to Muse again haha

i tag; @kuroos-roosterhead@arsenic-rat@shig-a-shig-ah and anyone else who wants to have a go at it

If the camera roll is involved, it’s always Shig

Tagging@arozaur@dabisqueen and anyone else who wants to!

tagging:@rueren@decayish@dejwrites@valentineslilies@get-shiggy-with-it@tojiphilia@bxnten

Thank you bby for tagging me! Not Dabi, but I wouldn’t mind being with them in a movie

Credit for art goes to @nori31291405

Tagging@mirayasimpinghard@falling-succubus@airanke and whoever else wants to play

Uhm…ok.

@fatgumsupremacy@omniuravity@etherness and anyone else can play too!

Please!

@letstalkaboutfandomsbaby@deleteddewewted@koi-fish69

We’re gonna have a summer romance that develops into marriage sksksk

Tagging@rosie-posy@bnuyy@cremedelabrulee@ry0m3n and everyone who’s been in my dms aaaaaaand go sksksk

tyty for the tag <33 !!

song: relay by fiona apple (didn’t feel like screenshotting it T-T)

me & touya are in an ouroboros style toxic relationship for this movie :)) the cycle repeats itself.

tagging: uh, anyone !!

update 5 - 10 - 22

_Hi. 

_{My brain won’t shut up and as per usual I’m hiding everything underneath a cut because I feel like my feelings are a bother to people.  And I get it. There’s going to be at least one of you who tries to tell me. “Your feelings aren’t a bother Kira!” Iknow that logically, but it does not stop my brain and my heart from feelingthat way.} 

_{So now here I am ready to explain my existence to you because my brain won’t let me write and it won’t let me draw either and today I feel like a failure of a human being because I can’t handle stress and worse I can’t even cry to cope.  So here we are.} 

_{So all that personal shit I don’t talk about.} 

_{I almost lost my migraine prescription this week.} 

_{So context for those unaware:  I have a lot of medical issues.  I take a monthly preventive shot to contend to my migraines and I have for well over a couple years now. It doesn’t make them go away completely but it does make them less and I haven’t had to go to the ER recently because of them so I mean that’s a plus.} 

_{The downside to this is, while it helps control my migraines pretty well, if I fall off it, as I did a couple times last year because of pharmacy screw ups - I end up out of work for however long it takes to get back to me and in urgent care because I get migraines so bad that I get so dizzy I’m unable to stand.  So I mean fuck driving at that point right?} 

_{So I almost lost it because I got a text message telling me that my prescription had been changed / canceled and I freaked out and called the hospital like it told me to and they told me they didn’t know what I was talking about and didn’t have a record, etc. I basically had to hold my breath for the lady who fills my script to call this week, thank god she did. That was a mini-heart attack.} 

_{As for work, I’m on burn out. My Lead worker / direct Boss told me in feb. that he was getting ready to retire Spring 2023 and he needed to make sure he was getting everything around so I could take over. Todayhe says “I dunno when I’ll retire, haven’t decided yet maybe if Chris (his boss my boss-boss) pisses me off. Rumor some how got around that he was planning on retiring and because it got back to him he pulled back all plans out of spite.  I have no idea when he’s going to retire now.} 

_{For those of you who have listened to my work rants (for many years now) know how devastatingof a blow this is for me. There was a planand he reneged on me. So basically long story short when it comes to work -> I’m still stuck doing almost all the manager work but not getting paid for it. And Chris - my big boss - knowsit’s going on and does nothing about it.  I’m burnt out. My boss, Terry, literally looked at me and was like “it’s chill day, just do whatever.” because he didn’t feel like working and knows I will keep busy all day on my own.} 

_{What the fuck.} 

_{So I’ve been fighting the depression side of my bipolar for a little more than a month and half now:} 

_{Look I am over 1400 entries solid into this app. It is accurate to the day.  I haven’t missed a day since 2018.  Things have not been good.I keep trying to claw my way out of it. I have using every tool I have in my tool box but nothing is helping. My SOS is busted.  Nothing works.} 

_{the kick in the ass is this is from beforemy idiot physiatrist started taking my anti-convulsant away:} 

_{But it’s not “doing anything” he says. I have taken anti-seizure medication for four years to help mood control  and this fucker who barely talks or sees me since Aug 2021 decides that all the doctors before him and in my 13 years of being diagnosed with this suddenly decides I don’t “experience mania” and “Are you sure it’s depression? I haven’t really seen you sad.” SO he decides to look at one of my two mood stabilizers (the other is an anti-psychotic) and just go “yeah it’s not working let’s get rid of it.” but knows nothingabout what I'm going through or dealing with - you know things that effect my mood - and just starts trying to take me down on it.   He already triedto rip me off the other one that controls my mania and proceeded to throw me into a two week manic episode as a result.} 

_{“I think you were having a manic episode.” I wanted to scream.}

_ANYWAY.  

_{So that’s all going on.  Away from the medical and work bullshit.} 

_{Here’s the thing I don’t think I’ve ever been clear about, so me being me - who instantly feels like a disgrace of a human being and the scum of the earth when I think I’m not being clear and I think I’ve been misunderstood again ->} 

_{If I’ve never said this to you before I’m autistic. There is no such thing as High Functioning / Low Functioning so don’t ask me that or even say it to me. I’ll scream.}  

_{So to get that ableist bullshit out of the way ->} 

_{High Functioning + Impairment = I’m going to deny you care because I don’t see your disability as valid enough to give you consideration or accommodation. 
Low Functioning + Impairment = I’m going to deny you validity because I see your disability as so aggrieviously detrimental to methat I’m not only going to refuse to help you with it but I won’t acknowledge you as a fully functional human either.}  

_{Just don’t fucking say it to me.} 

_{So with that out of the way, I need you to know,sometimes I go nonverbal. Sometimes it’s partial. Sometimes It’s completely. Sometimes it’s text. Sometimes it’s verbal. Sometimes it’s both.}  

_{Sometimes I can only speak / type in few words and that’s it}

_{Sometimes all you’re getting out of me is GIFs and Emojis.}  

_{I need you to bear with me for this.  I need you to bear with me. Sometimes I simply cannottalk and I also need you all to know and realizefor me that talkingandwriting a post / story isnot mutually the same.   When I am IC that is my muse writing, not me. I am simply conveying a story through a muse, I am not processing real world shit.}  

_{Guys, if you’re new around here or I haven’t said this to you before.   I writetocope.  It’s not the same.}  

_{And for the new people, the rest of my medical issues include: C-PTSD, Anxiety, Depression, Bipolar 2 rapid cycling, insomnia, chronic migraines}

_{I take a lot of meds, and there is a small patch work system of people holding me together.} 

_{I am also a survivor of:  Abuse, isolation (the act of being; not self imposed) , sexual assault, martial rape, gaslighting, and weaponized silence.} 

_{Do I owe you my life story? No. Do I feel like it helps me know someone as a person if I know a little of what they have going on? Absolutely. Doexpectpeople to tell me what they got going on? Nope. Absolutely not.} 

_{But I have been misunderstood and dismissed and passed over and talked over and ignored etc so many times I have become an information dumper and I do this because my brain is beggingto be seen clearly for once and to just have someone accept me even if they don’t get it.}  

_{Guys I have been in shut down all week  day and I’m fighting so desperately to get out of his hole but here we are. With the ground breaking out from under us again.  This isn’t a pity post, to clarify.} 

_{Nothing lights my brain on fire faster than pity.  I will tell you right now my brain little instantly light to “I don’t want your fucking pity” just so you know it’s a trigger.  This also isn’t a “tell me how strong I am” post because every time I’m told I’m strong my brain shuts down and stops working because the minute I hear the word ‘strong’ in relation to me my brain falls into that’s all you’re allowed to be mode and I shut down every emotional function and process I had currently active.} 

_{Guys I can’t grin and bear it anymore.} 

_{Can I get off this ride?  This roller coaster is 0/10. Do not recommend. I’d like to stop now.} 

_{If only I could actually cry.} 

Time to Nope! || Accepting

@wyrdify​ asked:

Nope.

_{Okay this one will be a bit more serious and a bit more personal on my end. Let’s talk about nasty subjects and by that I mean death, torture, abuse, mental illness, etc.  I mean dark themes.} 

_{We all know I don’t shy away from dark themes. I never have and I never will, but I need you all also to know that just because I write them, doesn’t mean I justify them. I have written two separate posts on both Edward and Kumo talking about this fact.} 

_{Kumo|| Edward}  

_{I have no doubt I’m racing towards Barnaby’s because he has some serious anger issues and Ven’s is only a moment away the more I get to writing him because he’s got some serious issues too.} 

_{It’s okay to write serious issues as long as they are treated and handled as nasty as they are. I do these posts so people know where I stand as a writer. Tackling issues like this brings them to light and helps me process, but they will never stop being horrible nasty despicable things and roleplay and fiction should never be used to justify them.}  

_{I have written my fair share of torturous plots and dark themes and I promise you the characters preforming these acts aren’t having a good time. I will punish these acts in my narrative over and over, again and again.  I get that there are people out there who legit think these things are okay but it’s my job as a writer to say they aren’t.}  

_{I have roleplayed villains guys and those villains do nasty horrible things and even if they’re doing nasty horrible things that doesn’t mean, I as a writer agree with that shit. Mun does not equal Muse, and I get that. I just have been misunderstood in the past, so I make it fucking clear that I don’t agree with this shit.}  

_{So the personal part?  My Ex-husband. I can write nasty people because I’ve lived with them. I can write horrible things because I’ve experienced them. I can mimic real life to reflect it in fiction. Abusive relationships? Been there. Isolation for nearly a decade? Done that.  Possessive? Check.  Obsessive?  Done that too. Emotional and Physical neglect? Been there too.} 

_{My boundaries I enforce in my rules are there for personal reasons and I won’t force my muses to endure what I have if I don’t think they should need to. Dark Themes are fine if they are acknowledged for what they are and treated with the respect and care they deserve, acknowledged for the level of triggering content they could be for the parties involved, and not the entire theme and only that theme.}

_{It’s okay to write dark themes guys. It’s not okay to laugh about them. It’s okay to write dark themes. It’s not okay to treat them lightly. Maybe it’s my autism taking shit too literal again, but if I’m going to write something nasty, I’m going to acknowledge it for what it is and I will never ever justify it. Be ready for more posts like the others in the future because I will never give any of my muses a free pass - no matter how much I love them.} 

_{And final note:Tag this shit correctly please. I see too many people rping dark themes and not tagging their shit correctly. Tagging systems are there to prevent accidently triggering another person and giving them a chance to prepare for what they’re about to read. Please tag your shit correctly.} 

Time to Nope! || Accepting

@knightshonour​ asked:

‘NOPE’

_{|| I just really need to say this okay? Nice characters can be assholes. If my muse is nice to yours that literally only means they’re being nice. It is not a reflection of anything but my muse being a decent person. My muse might be a decent person but they can absolutely be a horrible one too.}  

_{Edward is plenty enough an example of that.} 

_{Even my near always nice muses can be ones too.} 

_{I.E. Kumo just casually murdering someone because they tried to hurt Kaze.} 

_{In fact, Let nice muses be assholes. My nice guys muses are not required to be that 24/7 and that are allowed to lash out if your muse pushes them.  They’re allowed to react to the situations they’re put in and that reaction is not a tantrum.}  

_{My nice guy muses are allowed to just be jerks.  They’re allowed to be cold and callous and uncaring and liars and vindictive and nasty and cruel.} 

_{Edward swears a lot and he yells but  he’s still a nice guy. Kumo is overly nice but is perfectly capable of killing someone without blinking.}  

_{Nice Muses can be fucking nasty and still be nice people.  Being nice is just being nice.  I have nice guy muses who are straight murderers. I have nice guy muses who can be perfectly pleasant in a conversation and any unknowing muse wouldn’t know the difference.} 

_{Nice guys are allowed to be jerks.  Also though, if there is a nice guy muse it is not your character’s obligation to push them to their breaking point.  Your muse is allowed to push them but they better be ready for the backlash.  Nice muses aren’t suddenly weaker than rude or cruel muses simply because they’re nice.  I don’t know where that strange power imbalance comes from but I’ve ran into it more than once.} 

_{Nice muses can still be muses of power, and they should be treated as such.  Let me say that again for the people that missed it.} 

_{Nice muses can still be muses of power and they should be respected as muses of power.} 

_{You aren’t obligated to be cruel to be powerful.} 

_{Being rude or angry is not a prerequisite of power and I’m sick of people thinking it is.} 

_{A muse can be soft and still cut your fucking head off. A muse can be kind and still bury you with a smile.} 

_{I guess I just feel like people underestimate muses who are nice most of / all the time simply because they’re just that nice.}  

Putting my top 200 songs on shuffle.

Putting my top 200 songs on shuffle.

(Click for better quality, zoom for gay shit in the background in the first panel :3)

Birthday Boy; Second Birthday Origins

I AM SO SORRY I AM UPLOADING THIS ESSENTIALLY A DAY LATE!! I was in classes all day yesterday and I didn’t have time to finish it in time DX either way here it is! Imma go crawl back into my lair now. Enjoy!

Reblogs > Likes

@lance-alt

deathleads​:

―    ― The fall of that fierce tiger faded the moment Roy Mustang had been described to her, and she could feel it too. They had always been so cordial, and despite the rumors of unfavorable accusations that seemed to alwaysreach her ears, she knew that as not only an  Alchemist,  but a colleague, that Roy would surely… SURELY… have some of, if not all, of the answers to her questions. Despite her mind screaming out for a glorious battle within an unknown land, it really would have behooved her to continue in this manner. She gave a sigh of relief and allowed her hands to fall back to her sides.

Though there was no recollections of a young girl with dark hair and violet eyes, at the very least there was a person to whom she could be familiarwith. To an extent. It wasn’t as if the two knew one another on a personal level… even so, she was not alone. If this boy could speak of the Colonel  in such a calm manner, then perhaps he was not a complete threat to her. At least for the time being. However she did not recognize the description of the  ‘ girl ’ , as there was no one who existed within Amestris  (  or anywhere for that matter  )  who could be born with such an eye color in the first place. This boy could be mistaken, but, she doubted it.

Making no mention of her unfamiliarity to the girl, she closed her eyes and gave him a response. Simple, but as kind as she was willing to become for a stranger in  ’  another world  ’  at that very moment. At the very least, she was not in immediate danger of a fight, but there was still the unavoidable query of how she’d arrived here, if not whisked away from her home by the first person she happened to see. How curious indeed that Roy Mustang was here as well. What’s more, he was using his alchemy. Unlike herself, she had not known the Colonel to even transmute unless it was an absolute necessity  (  not as though they were bosom friends  ). But what could have happened to slip on those gloves?

          “ Very well then. ”     No worries to be had, but the curious thoughts that now plague her so completely now seem to cloud her judgments. As the feral cat so skittish to bite and claw that which threatens it in the slightest, she does not want to relinquish her control over this situation. She tells herself that if he were to betray her, she could kill him. But then, what would that make of Mustang? If there was any other capable of understandingher situation and listening to her words, it would be him. She needed him, despite wishing to remain alone. Whether or not he would need her around, she did not care. What was most important was returning to Amestris. To her medicines, and more importantly to Basker.

Ahh … she could feel her heart achingwithout his soothing presence…

At any rate, she stepped forward, bent low to take a few rocks into the palm of her hands, and skipped them as hard and as quickly she could behind her ― the resulting crash of stone to tree bark far from their distance resulted in a violent  HISS  that saw the airy smoke blowing past them on the winds. Its target, once a dingy greenwith pale brown tree, now stood weakly turning to a rancid violet hue. Perhaps the same color as the  ‘ girls '  eyes? Roots became exposed, crawling from its safe soil to the air above, but it was no use. In a few moments, it had turned completely to blackened petrification. Was this a warning?

She turned back to him with a slight cant of her head and her smileevident.

        “ If Roy Mustang is using his alchemy here, then perhaps the situation is much direr than I could anticipate. Perhaps I do require, ahem, would like, your cooperationas well. It is important that I meet with him to discuss what has happened and where we are, as I am sure you are already aware of. Being in such a warzonewhere you will be attacked should you stray too far from safety is not the sort of area we ought to be in, though we both are perfectly capable of handling ourselves. That is, if you’ve trulyseen the Alchemy of who I believe you have, there is not a chance you would be doubting him. ”

       “And where exactlywould he be? Has he gotten himself so injuredthat he needed your help, or do you know of a way to send us home and… ah. Right. ”     she paused when finally reaching just a step or two away from him, enough at arms length. Hand outstretched, looking directly eye to eye with the smell of the wood still wafting around her face.    “ Pleased to make your acquaintance, I thank you for assisting me. I’m sure we’ll be out of your hair soon enough. ”

She’s lowering her hands and something tells him that if dealing with Eversti has taught him anything she was ready to attack him.  Finding the odd lost newcomer in Wonderland that was instantly ready to come at him was always rare but those times dohappen.  Her next motion is a power play if he’s ever seen one and somehow this woman is reminding him of his days living in that floating castle of false joy. It makes his stomach turn and not at the idea of what she could do - but at the concept of this woman being far too much like both that damnable plant witch and that insufferable fish who loved to listen to himself talk.  

She’swarninghim. She’s warning him of all that she’s capable of as if to show her new found company that she holds the cards here and while he can’t imagine any of that would feel very pleasant it’s hardly enough to startle him. If she knows Eversti then she must be from this Amestris too so that also makes her human.  These Amestrians were capable of some wildmagics and he would need to speak to Black Wind about them as soon as possible. Regardless he still fails to even flinch at her motions. 

As soon as Black Wind is done laying into him for leaving before he was completely healed that is.  He’s relying on his other senses more than he cares to admit and it’s the smellof what this woman has done that gets him more than anything. The sight of it was mostly inferred. He can’t say his far sight is in the best condition currently - Eversti’s flames were insanely bright. Black Wind would end him himself if he knew the condition he was in and yet he still left to go find survivors anyway. Cid will be furiouswhen he gets back but he supposes he’s earned this lecture from the engineer in question anyway. 

This woman keeps calling it alchemyand he can only infer by that she meant magic.Really if Eversti had told him he was sorcerer sooner this situation would have been far less complicated.  Her attitudeseemed to change at the very mention of Eversti too. He can only assume they must be close companions. She used his name and everything.  Though he resists the urge to make a face when she implies that he has only seen  Eversti’s magic. Oh he’s done far more than just see it. 

Her whole temperament is shifting and somehow he still doesn’t trust it. There’s something about this woman and he obsessive need for control that leaves a bad taste in his mouth. Even if she’s asking where Eversti is, maybe they’re enemies? He’s lied to plenty of people to get information about his enemies out of them by pretending to be their ally.  She speaks to him so - strangely and her lungs they sound so .. odd? Not lying but labored. It’s faint. He’s not close enough to her to tell and he doesn’t very much want to close the distance. His hearing has seen better days as well but he supposes it will come back with time. By the time he gets back to the Comodeen, he should be mostly back to normal he assumes. 

Perhaps he’ll ask her a few more questions on the way and if she turns out to be lying to him, well then he knows how to steer her off the proper trail. 

“No Ma’am Eversti is unharmed.” He sounds. “He is currently with The Comodeen, as is the girl. Ms. Lyssa. My pleasure to meet you as well. It’s no trouble at all. I only wish to provide assistance in Wonderland where previously there was none. Think nothing of it.”  

There is the smallest of bows, lightly dropping his head forward at the end of his words as his feet rise from the ground and he floats.If she’s not hiding her abilities then he won’t hide his either. He’s hovering just above the ground unwilling to completely hide his alien nature after such a display. 

“I can show  you the way. Shall we go?”

A Prince’s Thoughts || Always Accepting

@lady-quen​ asked:

+ Black Wind’s manners

_{“Whatever Black Wind had of manners got lost right along with his memories.”The Prince practically snarlsas his arms come up in a huff to cross over his chest in irritation.} 

_{“That man has never had proper manners and I don’t think he ever will. He’s never been exactly what one would refer to as sensitive to other’s needs. Somehow the Gods have cursed me because I managed have my soul bound counterpart be an adult with the emotional capacity of a toddler. I had better manners than that man when I was six.He is quite possibly the rudest more crude being I have ever met in exclusion of those poor excuses of underlings that were working in Gaudium.} 

_{Black Wind says little and hardly lets you ever know what’s going on in that head of his. It’s taken me yearsto be able to read him even remotely correctly. He speaks more with his gaze than anything else. He never says please or thank you.  He never shows gratitudefor basically anything and he is completely disrespectful of another’s culture. Especially mine.  Personal boundaries mean nothingto him and treating another with proper respect is practically unheard of. Especiallyif its me.} 

_{I don’t think that man will call me anything other than boyeven when we’re hundreds of years old. He’s infuriating.  He disrespects my culture, my people, my ways of life, and my personal space! He’s on me for everythingand even appears out of seemingly thin air to judge every new acquaintance I make. Dare I call someone friend,Black Wind will suddenly be summoned to approve of them.  His manners are so lackinghe does not even introducehimself.Ever.}  

_{I am introducing us as a pairat nearly every turn while he stands there silently and glares. The object of a first impression meansnothingto him. In turn, with the way he acts it also reflects on us both and I feel as though he hardly considers this and if he does then he hardly cares.  He makes the pairof us look bad with his ever present attitude.  I’m almost positive if the man ever spoke a word of proper manners he’d fall over dead if he was forced to say please!}  

_{Black Wind’s manners absolutely have room for improvement in every area…”}

“_{But I can read him better than anyone and he means well. He just doesn’t talk much. I don’t mind talking for both of us. I can do that for him. His senses are keen and he’s almost never wrong when he tells me not to trust someone. He knows how to shut down a conversation when I can’t and he’s stopped me from agreeing to some things I didn’t want to do but he could tell I didn’t know how to say no.He’s always had my back in that regard. He’s stopped plenty of people from taking advantage of me because he knows I struggle with putting my own needs first.} 

_{He’s also gone so far as to help with small things like merchants trying to haggle a price out of me that far exceeds an items worth. He never doesanything but his presence always makes them think twice. It’s because of these things why I don’t go shopping for supplies alone.  He is also the reason I can detect lies so well. It’s not just my hearing, he taught me what to listen for. When I was just a boy, he made a game of it and trained me in the art of both performing the action and seeing through one as well.} 

_{He doesn’t talk much but when he does it’s always important. He doesn’t talk much but I listen when he does. He’s - a strange crude rudeman. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him introduce himself in my whole life and I don’t think I ever will but that’s… alright. I can do the talking for both of us, I have had more than enough practice with public speaking in my childhood. I know how to speak to people from all walks of life for the most part.} 

_{He is my opposite in every way but I suppose for being my soul bound counterpart that is what he is supposedto be. I have more than enough etiquette for us both.”}